Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.